I have the distinct, overwhelming notion that maybe this is what Ellis feels like when his words won’t come. I nearly sob with the thought, heart aching, and I slap a hand over my mouth before I can bark an ill-timed laugh. What a time to realize how very much not over my childhood crush I am. Fuck. “I, um,” I manage. “No, I’m not seeing anyone. And I didn’t realize…about the date, I mean. That’s good. For him.”
